sound of cemeteries

The Lord knows what we need, when we need it. He knew I needed to visit a cemetery on a hill on a brisk New Zealand spring to find closure, grieve and celebrate a life well lived. *note, this post was written in October 2014 I’m in Akaroa today. It was a French colony and…

ballet flats and truck beds

Today I borrowed a truck with a “Carryboy,” a hood on the back, to pick up a piece of furniture from a village known for its furniture and handicrafts. I’d discovered yesterday that the Toyota Soluna I have been using is not large enough to accommodate my purchase – a coat/purse/umbrella rack. After making the…

On Frodo and Fairies

There’s nothing quite like curling up in a recliner or in the warmth of your bed with a great book that, in a way, draws you in through the cover into the pages and transforms you into something like an invisible observer of the plot — think Scrooge in A Christmas Carol. A good story,…

Life in Color

Living life in color. Bursting out of the seams of the Shadowlands. That’s what we, modern-day Narnians, long for. OneRepublic’s “Life in Color” I think can be borrowed to describe what C.S. Lewis writes about in “Myth Became Fact.” From the darkest grays The sun bursts, clouds break Yeah, we see that fire From the…

closing chapters

How do you close a chapter in life? I think it’s similar to finishing a really superb book – the kind of book where you eat up every line until the last line, consuming and enjoying every word and minute. It’s the kind of book you get lost in, where the characters seem as real…

Un-bieber-able – Justin Bieber, a gymnast

It’s an exciting time. It’s Olympics and everyone’s going crazy. Bieber is too. Thought y’all might enjoy this interchange between my dad and I on Skype. Sometimes names are similar, too similar, as I just found out. Dad: How about surprise with Beiber girl losing to her roommate? Me: What? Dad: Women’s gymnastics Me: Oh!…

Knowing God’s Will

*This is a message I gave for a summer conference in a friend’s church a few weeks ago. I’ve removed a few key illustrations for security reasons. Decisions never leave us in life. Crossroads can creep into our lives without warning. Other times though, the crossroads are more like the final exam that looms in…

oh oswald

Oh Oswald. I love how Oswald Chambers always has just the words I need to hear. It’s really not him, it’s God and the Holy Spirit using the daily bits of wisdom to speak to my heart. April 29th’s entry is about gracious uncertainty, and boy, did I need to hear (or in this case,…

Caught in translation

I’m dog sitting for a friend for two weeks and I’m staying in her apartment. This morning, I took Maybelle out for a walk and a young guy came up and sheepishly introduced himself. “I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met,” he says, extending his hand for a handshake. Handshakes aren’t too common in Thailand…

white as snow

They are white as snow. I wish I could say I was talking about my friends in the red light district. My Thai friends recently knit beautiful white scarves for me and my friends as a present. I wish I could say my Thai friends were also white as snow – they are workers in…

When a heart breaks

She walks out of the massage parlor with the sun-glassed man. Japanese, I think. He leaves quickly. She sits down on the bench, avoiding eye contact. Everyone around knows what’s just happened. As I’ve sat and listened to my friend teach English the past 30 minutes, she’s been upstairs in a room with this man,…

call me rude

Rihanna’s “Rude” plays in the background of a darkly silhouetted bar. Western men lean in to whisper dirty nothings into the ears of petite and scantily-clad Thai women. These women work in Thailand’s sex industry. Many come from eastern Thailand to find work in the city. Some come under false pretenses. Some know what they’re…